Do Not Speak, Do Not Judge

On the Violence of the Tongue and the Hidden Righteousness of God

“Judge not, that you be not judged.”

Matthew 7:1

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Synopsis of Tonight’s Group on The Evergetinos Hypothesis XL Conclusion paragraphs 10-14 and Hypothesis I Section A paragraph 1:

The Fathers bring us to a place where the soul is stripped of every illusion about itself.

We imagine that we see clearly.

We imagine that we understand others.

We imagine that our words are necessary.

And they tell us plainly.

Be silent.

A brother burns with the thought that he must speak, must reveal, must correct. Yet the Elder cuts through this urgency without hesitation. Say nothing. The Lord will take care of it.

This is not indifference.

This is faith.

We speak because we do not trust God. We intervene because we believe that without us truth will not prevail. Beneath much of what we call zeal lies anxiety for ourselves and a hidden desire to justify our own heart.

The Fathers do not negotiate with this.

Silence is safer than righteousness mixed with passion.

And if a brother has been exposed, even unjustly, how is he to respond?

Not with self defense.

Not with resentment.

Not even with a demand for justice.

He is to believe that the one who spoke did so for his good.

This is a word that wounds the heart.

To receive accusation as love.

To give thanks for what humbles.

To increase in love for the one who has caused pain.

This is not psychology.

This is the Cross.

The one who lives in this way makes swift progress because he has stepped outside the logic of the world. He no longer defends an identity. He entrusts himself entirely to God.

And so correction itself is transformed.

The Fathers do not permit harshness born of agitation. If the heart is disturbed, the mouth must remain closed. Words spoken in turmoil do not heal. They infect.

One must wait.

Wait until the heart becomes still.

Wait until peace returns.

Then speak quietly, as if into the ear of the brother.

Even here there is no formula. One must discern the soul before him. One must become small. One must abandon the authority that comes from position and take on the authority that comes from humility.

And even then, correction may not be received.

It does not matter.

One has done what is given. God will do what remains.

The Fathers expose something deeper still.

Even acts of humility can be poisoned.

A prostration can be filled with vainglory. Silence can conceal indifference. Authority can corrupt the mind without being noticed.

Pride, the sense of power, and vainglory move quietly within everything.

If these are not despised, nothing bears fruit.

So the soul stands in a narrow place.

Do not speak out of passion.

Do not remain silent out of negligence.

Do not correct to justify yourself.

Do not humble yourself to be seen.

There is no resting place here.

Only vigilance.

Only repentance.

Only the slow purification of the heart.

And then the Fathers place before us a final blow to our presumption.

A monk is seen with a woman. He is judged. He is condemned. He is beaten.

Even a saint is deceived.

The Patriarch believes he is acting with zeal. The accusers believe they are protecting righteousness. All are certain.

All are wrong.

The truth is hidden.

The monk bears wounds without protest. His life is pure. His intention is love. He carries a soul toward Christ while others condemn him in the name of Christ.

This is the blindness of the fallen mind.

We see appearances.

We draw conclusions.

We act with confidence.

And we wound the righteous.

Only when God Himself reveals the truth does the illusion collapse. And what is revealed is terrifying in its simplicity.

There are servants of God hidden everywhere.

Unknown.

Misunderstood.

Condemned.

And we pass judgment on them with ease.

The monk refuses even the gift offered to him. If a monk has faith, he has no need of money. If he loves money, he has lost faith.

His freedom exposes everyone.

His silence judges without speaking.

His life reveals that the Kingdom of God is not what we imagine.

The Fathers leave us with nothing to hold onto except this.

Guard your tongue.

Distrust your judgment.

Humble yourself in all things.

And entrust everything to God.

Because the moment we believe that we see clearly, we have already fallen into darkness.

And the moment we cease to defend ourselves and others before God, something begins to open.

A way of seeing that is not our own.

A love that does not accuse.

A silence in which God Himself speaks.